Chapter 65 You Don't Have Much Time
- In a quick movement, I get up from the bed, ignoring the weakness that consumes me. Confronted with the trembling knife in Isabella's hand, my survival instincts prevail over the pain and sadness.
- The need to act becomes evident. I ignore her scared and resentful look, facing her to hide my fear.
- " One more step and I'll cut your throat, Giovanna! " she shouts, her voice trembling.